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“Wanna have some fun, old man?”
A snicker from the heir, who was facing the view, one hand down his pocket, the other taking off the cigarette between his lips. Of course he would recognize this voice, always. "Popping out of nowhere really is your thing. The line between being discreet and creepy can be so damn thin, kid.” It was a light joke even if the man wasn’t in such joking mood, but hearing the boy’s line perhaps would bring a new light to his boredom. “You always come to me when you have something new to offer, I like that.” Nakajima spoke again, turning around to face the youngest, smoke escaping from his mouth and nostrils. The night was making his black attire and dark eyes even more obscure, or perhaps only his features were giving the impression. “I’ve tried what you gave me the other day. Not on me, I’m not a fool, but let’s say it was... “ An hellish ghost smile, brief, shortly replaced by his legendary stoicism again. “ Interesting.”
